My Future Husband's

I Jagain Lo (Sean)

Febri's breath was cut off, again he dreamed of a little girl who was hit by a car. Again Febri dreamed of it, why the dream came over and over again in his life. The dream felt so real, Febri shook his head it was not true. He never had an accident like that.

Febri fingered the mattress next to him, there was no Arkan there, Febri found a compress on his forehead turned Arkan all night taking care of him. Febri smiled happily. It turned out that Arkan really cared about her, Febri muttered that over and over again in his mind.

His eyes glanced at the time wall clock already showing at 5am. Maybe Arkan went to the mosque to pray. Febri tries to be positive about thingking. There's no way the man left her without any news, last night the man was being nice to her even Arkan hugged her all night. Febri last night pretended to be asleep while hugging Arkan, occasionally he also peeked at whatever Arkan was doing for him. Febri is touched to see Arkan so sincerely taking care of him, even when he has hurt the man many times. The man loves her so much and Febri is determined not to let Arkan down again. Febri is grateful that God created Arkan for her.

Febri got up from his sleep, his body heat was already down. He walked towards the kitchen, his stomach hungry, when he reached the kitchen Febri heard a noise there. Is Arkan in the kitchen? Given in this house there was no one else but the two of them and the guard guards.

It turned out that his guess was correct, the man with sweat sweat sweat sweat was cooking. Even the man still wearing a typical sarong had just left the mosque. Arkan seemed to realize his presence the man smiled gently at him then turned off the stove approaching him.

"How are you feeling better?" arkan said with worry. Febri. His cheeks get the attention of Arkan. Because Arkan who had been known so fierce and often scolded him and ruled him as good as the man's udel.

"Have you prayed?" tanyakanya.

"Never," I shook my head, he chuckled then kissed Febri's forehead gently.

"Sholat, take a shower and eat,"

"But I'm hungry." Whimper Febri.

"No, or no eating at all." Threaten Arkan with eyes glaring at Febri.

"The husband's tidy wife is still ugly" cried Arkan.

Febri pouted as he stomped his feet then stepped away from Arkan towards the bathroom to clean himself up. His stomach was hungry and could not be compromised anymore.

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Febri approached Arkan at the dinner table. The man looked fresh, Arkan painstakingly arranged the dishes. Febri was so embarrassed that he should have done this, preparing breakfast for Arkan. The man pulled the chair and invited Febri to sit there. Arkan cook vegetable soup, fried tempeh and fried egg. The menu is very simple but looks delicious in Febri's view.

Febri took some food into his plate. It turns out Arkan is. Gifted to be a chef, this is the umpteenth time Arkan cooks for him at almost any time and Arkan cuisine is always good on his tongue. Realizing that it made Febri's guilt appear, he remembered he had never prepared a meal for Arkan at all. Febri's face turned sad, all this time she became Arkan's wife can only trouble him. He never cared at all about the needs of Arkan, whatever the man needed Febri never knew. But Arkan always played the role of being a good husband who understood everything Febri needed.

"I'm sorry I was supposed to make breakfast for you, not like this. I look like a useless wife to you." Febri lowered his face, his hands churning the food in lethargy. He was not eager to eat, but he had been tempted to taste Arkan cuisine.

Arkan looked at Febri confused by Febri's pretty drastic changes, surely the girl was thinking negatively about him. Arkan took a breath, the language of women is difficult to understand.

Arkan never disputed that the most important thing was that Febri was happy with him. He did not care if he took care of his wife, because he loved Febri sincerely, he did not want to demand anything from Febri.

Febri raised his head in doubt, his two eyeballs met Arkan's gentle eyes.

"I never mind doing all this Febri, even though in the end I have to clean the house, wash clothes or prepare you to eat. I don't care."

"The most important thing is that you obey my wishes, I'm already happy." Said Arkan full of emphasis, he just did not like to hear Febri who always denied his wishes including meeting the man named You. His emotions always ignited to see the closeness of the two of them.

Febri nodded while listening to Arkan's words. He will try to change to be a good wife to Arkan.

"Now eat," orders Arkan.

"Mas" call Febri.

"What else is it?"

"Febri wants to ask," said Febri timidly.

Febri was curious about his dreams last night, and his mother once explained that he had a close relationship with Arkan as a child. Febri wanted to make sure the two things were related or not, he was curious. If it was true why he never remembered those memories at all. Febri was also tormented always in the ghost of the dream. Dream of a little girl and a boy in a high school uniform. Febri had to ask Arkan.

"Is it true that we have known for a long time before we even met at university." asked Febri.

Arkan sighed, he put a spoon on his plate. Arkan tried to calm himself down, this was the topic he wanted to avoid the most, but Febri had to know sooner or later. He could not keep all of this hidden, and he had to admit his mistake to Febri, because he was Febri's accident. If only he had not forgotten his promise to Febri. Maybe at this time Febri will look at him with a look of adoration like before.

"Let me tell you the most important thing you eat first how." Arkan told Febri.

"After that you may ask me anything, By the Lord Febri you are sick I just don't want you to why. Seeing you shiver all night has made me crazy." Arkan was furious, eager to tie Febri and feed Febri to eat. He just didn't want Febri to get sick again from not eating. Just yesterday he panicked like crazy, taking care of Febri.

"Yes, um." Febri replied, he immediately continued his delayed meal before Arkan got angry again at him.

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